Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.